[Intro]
Now pass that shit
This is The Pharmacy

[Chorus: Shad Da God]
Who let me catch you out in traffic?
I pull up on you, freeze up (free n***a)
'Cause my n***as gon’ get active (yeah n***a I'm talking 'bout activity)
And you don’t wanna see us
And my n***as set it off on these suckers
See the flow, motherfucker
We goin ball on these n***as, freeze up
Set it off my n***a, we goin let 'em fly, n***a
Talkin wreckless, bro, you better ease up

[Verse 1: Shad Da God, T.I. and Young Dro]
I ain't compremising my pimpin, chastising all of my hoes
30 rounds and it's extended, clip can't even fit it in my clothes
You can fit that thang in your clothes, I got a 12 gage in my trunk and Benz
Blow a n***a head off, take a n***a bitch
Then step on that n***a like a marching band
N***as that move on command, 4 15s in the rubber band
And I got the 5th, no ball in hand
Through a n***a ass like on demand
Knock a n***a ass off, on the Xans
Fry a n***a home, but it all depends
Talk that shit, I'll shoot you dead in the head
Knock your brains on your man
I'm dedicated to my bankroll, still dodgin them plain clothes
I'm suckin duckin them stank hoes, I’m off the chain, bitch, Jango
Jumpin out the dresser, I fuck your hoe with pressure
N***a still wrong on the net, we goin blast ya
[Chorus: Shad Da God]
Who let me catch you out in traffic?
I pull up on you, freeze up (free n***a)
’Cause my n***as gon' get active (yeah n***a I’m talking 'bout activity)
And you don't wanna see us
And my n***as set it off on these suckers
See the flow, motherfucker
We goin ball on these n***as, freeze up
Set it off my n***a, we goin let 'em fly, n***a
Talkin wreckless, bro, you better ease up

[Verse 2: Shad Da God, T.I. and Young Dro]
My whip insane, my clip insane
My bitch insane, I’m switchin lanes
I'm nuts, your bitch came
Try Tip, and get split brains
I'm the Hustle Gang head honcho, I couldn't complain if I wanted to
6 figures for my Cubin links, if you reach for it, get popped too
Hoes linin up for dick, like it's them grade 11s
I'm a stoner, just to do this verse, I smoke the 7
Hold up, roll this Dro up, magazine clip, roll up
Smoke a Zip, sip this drank, got a bankroll, can't fold up

[Chorus: Shad Da God]
Who let me catch you out in traffic?
I pull up on you, freeze up (free n***a)
'Cause my n***as gon' get active (yeah n***a I'm talking 'bout activity)
And you don't wanna see us
And my n***as set it off on these suckers
See the flow, motherfucker
We goin ball on these n***as, freeze up
Set it off my n***a, we goin let 'em fly, n***a
Talkin wreckless, bro, you better ease up